27 noviembre 2011

a little bit of spanish goodness...

"Vuestro Dios dice: 'Consolad, consolad a mi pueblo; hablad con cariño a Jerusalén y decidle que su esclavitud ha terminado, que ya ha pagado por sus faltas, que ya ha recibido de mi mano el doble del castigo por todos sus pecados.'

Una voz grita: 'Preparad al Señor un camino en el desierto, trazad para nuestro Dios una calzada recta en la región estéril. Rellenad todas las cañadas, allanad los cerros y las colinas, convertid la región quebrada y montañosa en llanura totalmente lisa. Entonces mostrará el Señor su gloria, y todos los hombres juntos la verán. El Señor mismo lo ha dicho.'

... Viene como un pastor que cuida su rebaño; levanta los corderos en sus brazos, los lleva junto al pecho y atiende con cuidado a la reción paridas..." Isaías 40

the messiness...

"The world is a mess; that's hardly deniable. The world fell from its innocence when we disobeyed the law of love in Eden, and ever since then the world (our home) has been marked by misery and mess - war broken relationships, poverty, disease, greed, crime, injustice, hatred, loneliness, hunger, ignorance and death, to name just a few of the common messes that ruin our human living. And we know the particular messes of our own individual lives and of our own society and time. Just think of the messes that have been in the news of late: runaway debt, joblessness and economic anxiety, sexual abuse and terrorism, and on. And on.

God considered it well, we may trust; if he was to incarnate himself and become fully human, he would have to come into all the messiness of our world and at least for a time, be not only immersed in it but actually undone by it - drowned in it, so to speak. Bu that is the grace of Christmas, that God was willing to do that, for love's sake. Christ Jesus came into the messy world to save sinners.... Christ came into the world as a baby to save me, to rescue me, not only from the just wrath of the living God, but also from all the messes I've created, or inherited, or aggravated... The messes are precisely what he came to redeem by subjecting himself to them, all the way to death!" - Ron Lutjens, "Advent 2011"

broken pots

Today I've been thinking... the road up is down, the way to healing is brokenness,... I am feeling a bit broken and thankful for that brokenness. I want Jesus to break all that makes me run to me as my strength and refuge. The Lord God Almighty is my God and He is the one who is able and worthy to be my strength and refuge. Oh, how I long to drink from His fountain of living water without ceasing. That is the water that refreshes and gives life, the only thing that refreshes and gives life. Let me run, run hard to him. Oh, precious Savior! Blessed be your name for now and forevermore. Amen.







"Hungry I come to for I know you satisfy.
I am empty, but I know your love does not run dry.
So I wait for you, so I wait for you.

I'm falling on my knees, offering all I need.
Jesus, you're all this heart is living for.

Broken I run to you for your arms are opened wide.
I am weary, but I know your touch restores my life.
So I wait for you, so I wait for you.

I'm falling on my knees, offering all I need.
Jesus, you're all this heart is living for.

I'm falling on my knees, offering all of me.
Jesus, you're all this heart is living for.

So I wait for you, so I wait for you.
So I wait for you, so I wait for you.

I'm falling on my knees, offering all I need.
Jesus, you're all this heart is living for.
I'm falling on my knees, offering all I need.
Jesus, you're all this heart is living for.

Hungry I come to for I know you satisfy.
I am empty, but I know your love does not run dry." Hillsong

Why am I so worked up?

Unfortunately it seems that the holidays and family functions are often a mixture of joy and pain. This Thanksgiving was no different.

For the past few months, my parents and I have been coexisting in the same environment and interacting now and then. The reality is that there are a few unspoken tensions, some of which have been resolved, and some which have not. In writing all of this, I know that I too am with fault and have likely been particularly sensitive, which doesn't help my emotion behind all of this.

So, during our rushed Thanksgiving dinner, I mentioned the Lexicon I was making for my World Religion class, a glossary of the important terms from each major religious tradition. It's been a great class for growing in understanding and learning much about others. It hasn't changed what I believe, but it has changed how I relate to others and how I think of others in various religious traditions. I've read novels, listened to songs and stories, read some of their sacred texts, and discussed in detail the questions being asked by each. I've learned a lot and also realized that I have much to learn.

My mom is highly involved in an interfaith council and both of my parents view themselves as highly open, liberal Christians. Like myself, they highly value other cultures and learning, but they also would argue that all roads lead to god. I would not. While I enjoy learning and better understanding and while I love learning and better appreciating other religious and cultural traditions, I think that there is one mediator between God and man, Jesus Christ. I know this sounds exclusive and narrow, on one hand it is and on another it is not. I believe it is a path open to all who will believe and bow a knee to Christ. I also know that not all people will do this and that many follow other paths that are to either reach God or some universal all through sacrifice, good deeds, and ritual. While there are very good people who follow other religious traditions, I would argue that they don't reach to God. I can't reach God either unless I go through Christ and that is no work of my own.

And, yes, I do think it is right to be in discussion with others, to seek to understand. And yet a follower of Christ cannot deny that they desire all to come to know Him. If they did, they would be unloving. Yet this is the point at which most people take offense. And yet Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus, Mormons, and others would do the same. But that wouldn't be seen as narrow and offensive, it would be seen as being open-minded and culturally open. This is why I am frustrated. My dad wants me to acknowledge the Bible to be on par with other sacred texts and Christ to be ONE of the ways to God. My mom wants to merely talk about differences but to merely explore others' beliefs and yet not hold firmly to Christianity's core beliefs. That is not open, unbiased discussion. Not at all. Yet that is what I am told to do, leave my beliefs at the door, and embrace all. On one hand, I wholeheartedly agree and, on the other hand, I cannot. I do want to embrace all and I do want to learn and listen and understand. I don't want to bulldoze others over, I want to love and serve and pray and share my beliefs as they do. I will pray that they would come to Christ, but if they don't I won't shun or act unrightly toward them. That is why this bothers me. Have I acted unrightly toward people in the past of other beliefs? Am I unloving and one who bulldozes over others? No, I don't think I generally am. At times I may and, hopefully, I then generally ask for forgiveness. I am clearly emotional and upset and hurt. I want my example and attitude to be that of Christ in Philippians. Oh, I pray that it would be more and more like that. And I do pray that people would be changed by seeing Christ in me. Oh how I pray that would be true. I pray that people would not stumble as a result of my testimony, verbal or in action, but instead be confronted with the truth and love of Christ alone.

Both Thanksgiving and today, I realize that this is likely HIGHLY emotional for me and likely not so emotional for them. Their faith is not an essential part of everything they do. It is connected, but it isn't one of the first things they would say that characterizes their life. For me, it is. If I am not a good representation of Christ, that is tragic. Yes, God will and can change me, but it is the reputation and reflection of my God and Savior and King, that is marred by my sin, a reputation and a reflection that I long to be crystal clear to those on-looking. He is my all. He is my life. He is my Lord. I want all I do and say and am to glorify Him and reflect Him. That is why this is so personal. It's not really about me being right or wrong; it's about Him.

Having said all this, I do love and think the world of my parents. I'm grateful to have time with them, I just wish it weren't a mix of joy and pain.

25 noviembre 2011

thanksgiving in the us

It's been six years since I've celebrated a Thanksgiving in the US. That added with NOT cooking for 50+ people and added with it just being me and the parents and added with having beaucoup work to get done this "break" made for a fairly uneventful, strange thanksgiving day. I was thankful to have some great friends with whom to spend dinner and was glad that my parents and I sat around the table together for a meal. But weird to say the least.

Yes, it caused me to pause briefly and to give thanks for what I have and how God has provided for me again and again this year. As my friend said tonight, "we've never truly been without."

It was fun to meet some fun turkish people which somehow strangely seemed appropriate on turkey day. It was nice and fairly uneventful. It made me a bit nostalgic about great thanksgivings past and friends and family whom I miss. Happy Thanksgiving!

"Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, his love endures forever..." Psalms

p.s. Highlights on the menu were some incredible goat cheeses, one with honey drizzled on top with a sage leaf, and the other covered with blueberries and slightly sweet. Yum!

16 noviembre 2011

Re-Entry Thought #12

Ah! I feel like I'm in a constant airplane cabin. What I mean is that I feel like all the moisture in my body is being sucked out by all the heating and cooling going on and the fact that 95% of my life seems to be inside a building or car. I know I'm complaining, but doesn't it seem unhealthy to spend that much time inside? Granted I am a student, so much of that time is in the library over books or in a classroom. But, wouldn't it be healthy to travel by foot now and then on a subway or bus... plus wouldn't that help with air pollution and pollution in general? Just a thought. I do know that I'm on my soapbox. And I'm still presently in the hermetically sealed library writing papers and reading. I don't think I'll ever fully get used to the air-conditioning and extreme temperature changes instead of having nice open windows (without screens).

08 noviembre 2011

what more could one want?

"Supermarket? I had hardly thought of the word for months. What would I do if I ever walked down an aisle again, pushing a cart? The whole idea of all that variety seemed ridiculous. If one had a little rice and vegetable, and a few kinds of meat or fish, what more could one want?"(p. 97, The Spring Wind)

"To accept the otherness of other people was a thing I could do... but to become that otherness... to submerge totally what I thought I was in another's style of living... in another's life... this was almost like annihilation." (p. 78)

"Perhaps this was what relationship meant... trust. To be able to give help and take help..." (p.50)

more quotes from The Spring Wind

(p.89) "What we saw as an opportunity, Wing Sung saw as exploitation... exploitation of his friendship. What we wanted to give, he was afraid was going to get him. How could we be true to our Christian motivation of sharing the love of God as revealed in Jesus Christ, and yet show this boy that we respected him first of all as a person... as the person he was at that moment, and not the person he might become if he someday conformed to our thinking?...

'My brothers and the people in the village will never believe it, not until they see it.'"

(p. 99) "It was only a simple meal of rice and meat, with greens form Yau Tai's stall, but it will always stand out in our minds as a most significant occasion. We gathered around the table, held hands as a family and friends, and Gordon thanked God for the food in Chinese... Just as we were ready to raise our heads, Ah Chun began to speak. I looked at him, and realized his eyes were closed and his head was bowed. I closed my eyes and listened. He was speaking to God in a prayer that made my heart stand still. He prayed in Jesus' name, a prayer direct and simple. I was silent for a moment.

'Ah Chun!' Gordon said, extending his hand. 'I didn't know you were a Christian!'

'Ding Mok-si! I didn't either! I wasn't, but I am! This is the first time I've ever prayed aloud to God... the first time! You were all praying, and I felt my heart move and tell me to pray. I've prayed to God aloud for the fist time!'

I sat with head down, not daring to look up. To hear a man establishing a speaking relationship with God was an awesome thing... an awesome thing to happen over rice and tea and half-washed hands, clasped in a squirming circle of peeping children and tired adults at the end of a day..."

(p.104) "Language is a people-oriented art, and only those who have a genuine interest in people for people's sake seem to mater it..."

(p.105) "O God! make us free... free like the grass to bend with the wind, with no consciousness of our rightness or wrongness, but only of your greatness."

(pp.111-112) "'Few people are blackhearted,' Gordon said. 'There are times when we understand and times when we do not understand. Misunderstanding acts like blackheartedness.'... But dare we tell him now that the builders of the first bridges he had known were also the stokers of his early fires of mistrust?... That good and evil were not two men, but in every man... in us?

I glanced again at his puzzled face, and knew. Yes, we dared. We dared because we were not playing roles. We were not the wise seeking to teach the foolish, the good seeking to eradicate the bad. We were persons, capable of understanding and misunderstanding, of understanding a thousand things and failing to understand a thousand more, and as persons we could dare to share ourselves not only as we were but as we had been.

The fences were down, and the lines were gone between us. We were no longer foreigner and Chinese seeking to adapt and bow to each other, dealing in bargains and tinged with mistrust. We were a company of people walking along the road, surrounded by darkness but walking toward light... people with faces turned toward the wind... The Spring Wind, before which we must all bow as grass.

The night wind blew up from the sea, and we turned our faces toward home."

02 noviembre 2011

Let Freedom Ring

(written from Sinclair Ferguson's Children of the Living God for a class)

Reading Ferguson's chapter on "Family Freedom" I couldn't help but to think of what it would have been like for Mephiboseth, or for a slave, to be truly adopted into the family of another. What would it be like to be one day treated as a cripple and outcast, or one enslaved without basic human rights and freedom, and then in the course of a day for everything to be changed? Having a freedom, a dignity, a worth imparted to you by another, another who loves you dearly and works for your complete restoration with him and others. Mind blowing.

I came to the Ferguson’s book thinking both about the plural you in Scripture, or the body of Christ, and also the film, “The Help” which I recently saw. This film depicts the horrible reality of the segregation of African-Americans in the 1960s in the US, after they had “technically” gained freedom from the former ways of slavery. The film vividly shows that this was unfortunately not the case. They were told they were free, but then quickly told their place, their dignity trampled upon, and then treated as if they weren’t even fully human. Atrocities. Grievous sins committed. Things not only done by those far off from Christ but those who claimed to be in Christ and even against their brothers and sisters also in Christ. It is no small thing. It is not so far in the past, either.

Ferguson reminds us the rich freedom we have in Christ. He talks about this freedom as one that brings change, peace, and freedom from anxiety, from traditions of men, and from Satan’s chains and bond over us, to name a few. This is what the Scriptures proclaim clearly again and again. Ferguson also points out that this is not merely a change in status nor an ethereal freedom. We are not merely freed from going to hell when we die; we are now free to live in righteousness, righteousness not just as individuals but as the whole body of Christ, the church. We are not mere servants of God; we are his full-fledged children, all of us - sons and daughters of God. We all got here the same way; we’ve all been adopted in. The dividing wall between Jew and Gentile has been abolished.

And yet I’m disturbed as I read Ferguson by the discrepancy. We are not to use our freedom for selfish ambition; we are no longer to live by the insidious sin that we are slaves of the former master. We are not to turn a blind eye to our brother. We are not to merely take the easy road. We are to love and act as ambassadors for our Father in the world. Yet even in present day America, even in our own denomination, there is great rift, which remains in the body of Christ.

How then shall we live? If we are truly free in Christ, how should this affect the way we live with one another? How should this affect how we defend and fight for the rights of our brothers and sisters in Christ? How should we worship? Are we to just wait for “them,” whomever “they” are, to make the first move and to move out of their comfort zone to come to our camp? Ferguson likens the Christian life to the year of Jubilee, or the year of the Lord's favor. Isn’t it time that we work true unity and as Martin Luther King, Jr., stated, “let freedom ring”?

01 noviembre 2011

Re-Entry Thought #11

It's been awhile since much has struck me as crazy odd, in respect to returning back to the US. Yes there are odd moments when it feels like a circumstance that has been a long, long time since I last experienced something like it. That still happens.

But my thought today is more about habit. Getting used to being in the same country as your family and many loved ones is an odd thing, particularly as it relates to keeping in touch. We've gotten used to the 6-7 hour time difference and, reading an e-mail from my sister recently just affirmed that I am not the only one feeling the oddity of the change in hours.

I don't think to call until it's too late to call, particularly since my sister lives an hour later than I do. And apparently the same is happening to her.

What we're used to is calling one another at semi-ungodly hours. I would call her if I was up to 1am. She would call me if she was up early in the morning. Now that doesn't work exactly the same.

Changes... changes in habits... that is what this is really about.

17 octubre 2011

"i know the plans" - waterdeep













You talk of hating war,
but where's your own peacetime?
You don't love anymore,
all my children.
It lingers in your mind,
"everyone's so unkind,"
but you forgot the mines
you laid on your land.

"I know the plans that I have for you.
I know the things that I want for you to do.
I know the plans that I have for you.
And it hurts sometimes to see you blind."

You read up on the lies,
And keep them in motion.
So clever the disguise of devotion.
You say that there's not time,
but there you stand joking.
You've forgot that I'm the one
who weighs the words you've spoken.

"I know the plans that I have for you.
I know the things that I want for you to do.
I know the plans that I have for you.
And it hurts sometimes to see your crimes."

You talk of hating war, but where's your own peacetime?
"I know the plans that I have for you.
I know the things that I want for you to do.
I know the plans that I have for you.
Plans to prosper, plans to not fail.
Plans for hope, plans for peace,
Plans for love, love..."

13 octubre 2011

I am a worm

(another post from a class in response to Chapters 9-11 of Jerry Bridges' Transforming Grace)

Reading Bridges this week about "by the grace of God" in both his own life and in the life of Paul in chapter 11, I was reminded of two things - the abundant grace of God and the great cloud of witnesses surrounding me. I had a sort of "aha" moment. I don't have in and of myself all that I need, but that's good. God's grace is sufficient and super-abundant. It is by his grace that I am in the position that I am in here right now and at any given moment. It is by God's grace that I am. It is by God's grace that I have anything at all to offer. And, wherever God may place me, my true audience, my true judge, to borrow from Guinness, is an Audience of One. Bridges primarily focused on the fact that we are inadequate and yet God's grace is more than sufficient - when we are weak (which we are completely and wholly), God is strong (which he is more than completely and wholly). His examples, however, of himself and of Paul were what reminded me of "the great cloud of witnesses." I am not alone in my finiteness. And I am not alone in receiving this abundant grace of God.

Along these lines, I love the picture Bridges borrows from Isaiah 41 and Psalm 22 of a worm. In Isaiah 41, God refers to Israel as a worm, one completely squishable and defeatable by a mere step of their enemy. And yet this passage in Isaiah is where God again and again tells his people to "Fear not!" But he doesn't tell them how strong of worms they are, nor how they are the greatest among people. No. He does precisely the opposite. He reminds them of how small they are and yet how great He is. He is their Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel. He is the One who helps them. This is precisely the position they and I need to be in.

The teaching and the application seem to be one in the same. Behold your God. Gaze upon His beauty, His grace. Remember who you are and whose you are. "For I, the LORD your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, “Fear not, I am the one who helps you.” (Isaiah 41:13 ESV)

"In the upshot there is only one answer for the preacher who wonders whether he is worthy to preach the sermon he has composed or for the writer who wonders whether he is worthy to writ the religious book he is working on. The answer is: Of course not...." Harry Blamires, quoted by Bridges on p.155

05 octubre 2011

You've Gotta Be Raised From The Dead

(another post from a class in response to Chapters 5-8 of Jerry Bridges' Transforming Grace)
Today as I read the next segment of Transforming Grace, I came across 2 Corinthians 5:14-15 in chapter six and I was overwhelmed with a sense of joy. "For Christ's love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died. And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again."

Reading and reflecting on grace the past two weeks has reminded me again and again of how far I fall short. Somehow my ingrained desire to perform and be responsible comes out even in my striving to live more by grace. I know, it’s crazy. And yet as I read this passage from 1 Corinthians, the Lord reminded me of what it means to be "compelled by love." It means to live as one dead to sin and alive to Christ. It means to live as the redeemed as the beloved child of God.

Dr. Douglass has again and again stated that our "first identity is first" and I at least intellectually accede to this fact. We are saved by grace, grace alone, and we are now saints securely seated with Christ. That is our first identity. In fact, over the course of this past weekend and past week, I’ve stated these truths again and again to some of the young believers to who I minister. I can explain them well to others and yet I struggle to live them out.

"You may still struggle with sin, but that is no longer who you are. You are a daughter of the King, you are God's beloved. Any sin that you commit or struggle with is accounted to Christ, not you. You in turn have his righteousness, a whiter than white that cannot ever be blemished even to the slightest degree. You are first a saint. That is who you are. Don't let Satan, yourself nor the world tell you anything else." This is the jist of several conversations I had this past week. And yet today, as I think about grace, I am reminded of my striving even striving to not strive. I, too, often forget that I am one of the last hour workers. I forget that I am like any of the myriad of examples Jesus and the Bible give us of those in desperate, dire need of salvation.

Fortunately, for me and us, God never leaves us there. Thank be to God that he doesn’t leave me there! As I am reminded yet again of the fact that I have been redeemed, I have died to sin and been raised to life, all I can think of is my Beautiful, Beloved Savior. He becomes my focus instead of all the things I do or don’t do. He is Holy, Righteous, Just, Glorious, Good, Loving, Beautiful, the Lover of my soul. He is my Lord, my Father, my King, and my Savior. That is indeed VERY good news.

And the irony of it all is that when my eyes are awed and fixed on Jesus, somehow I do both rest in his arms and produce good fruit. When I remember who I truly am in Christ, I live as such. When I focus on my doing, I become anxious, overwhelmed, self-focused, self-critical, and ultimately without any power to change. Praise the Lord that he rescues us, that his grace super-abounds all the more when our sin abounds. Praise the Lord that he has made us dead to sin and alive to Christ. His love compels us.

29 septiembre 2011

"...we've cried and we've tried and we've sweat and we've bled. but we don't just need atonement, we need to be raised from the dead... you gotta let his blood stain you if you want to be free..." -- if you want to be free, waterdeep

Re-Entry Thought #10

I've now been back for a few months and today as I went running I passed the "new" high school. Basically, it's new to me. I think it's been there for probably 6+ years, but I haven't been around much in that time.

Well, school is in season and I just happened to be running around 4pm, when sports' practice is in full motion. So, I saw baseball players and games going on. I saw football players. And I saw cheerleaders.

Let me just say that it was hugely surreal, super strange. I mean, really... baseball? I haven't seen a baseball game in at least 6 years, but possibly longer. I have seen NO ONE with a bat or with a glove,... so it was weird. I've been having a lot of these "it feels like a dream" moments recently.
Today I finally went running, running outside. It's been weeks.

Today I realized that I've been going and going and going without much margin for ME. I need to run, I need to be still, I need to be in nature,... I need to just BE and not constantly be DOING. That was the conclusion I came to today.

Somehow sharing with a couple people the fact that I was starting to feel overwhelmed and hadn't figured out how to put running and exercise and me into my life, actually helped me to get out and do it. So, THANK YOU to my dear new friends.

And now I'm SO energized to move forward.

Tied Up In Knots Somewhere In The Woods

This is a post from a class I'm taking. Thought it was worth repeating.

“God provides for us, not just when we’ve done everything right, but also when we’ve screwed up. We can cry out to him when it’s our fault and ask for his mercy and grace.” (Tammie Matlack paraphrased)

This is what I don’t understand. I know that I don’t merit anything from the Lord on my own; it’s always God’s grace that he would choose to bless me. And yet I find it hard to believe that God’s grace still covers me when I really don’t deserve it, when it’s my fault that I’m in a certain predicament.

This past spring I sold most of what I owned in Madrid and made the arrangements necessary to move out of my apartment and move back to the US - sell my car, close my bank account, try to hand off pieces of the ministry I led in Madrid, and other details. I prayed about the details and all that needed to be done and, yet, was acutely aware of the things I didn't deserve. And that made me anxious. I didn't have everything under control. And it would be my fault if things didn't go well; my fault, I thought, that I hadn’t had the foresight to think through all the details. So I prayed, but didn't expect God to fix things. I expected him to provide in some way, knowing it would be okay, but expected it to be messy. God was in no way bound to bless me, particularly if it was my fault anyway.

As I say all this “out loud” on paper, I know it sounds ludicrous. But, if I'm honest, this is what my emotionally charged thought process was. One specific example has to do with my landlord letting me out of a lease that binded me to pay rent until October. I now needed to move out the end of May and, in my messed up mind, I blamed myself for not having figured this out the previous October. I reasoned that since I found out the previous September that I would most likely would have to leave Spain for six months, that I should have figured it all out then. Instead I was busy with life, deeply grieving the end of a relationship, still trying to figure out what I was going to do with the six months I needed to be gone, and assuming my roommate would live there with a subleaser. Instead of figuring it out, I had put it off until now. Now it was almost March and, knowing I had to give her two months notice, was fearful of what might happen.

Around this same time, friends of my roommate were in town. At a staff meeting we both attended, I asked for prayers about the details of my move and things with my landlord. The wife of these friends (Tammie Matlack) later said to me (paraphrasing), “Isn’t it hard to believe that God would bless us even when we don’t deserve it?”

Today as I read Jerry Bridges state, “Grace is not a matter of God’s making up the difference, but of God’s providing all the “cost” of salvation through His Son, Jesus Christ.” I thought back to this situation and realized that I still have trouble believing the depth of God's grace.

As I read the analogy of the Grand Canyon, which I ironically have shared millions of times with students, it occurred to me that not only do I need Christ to bridge the gap, but I need him to lift me out of the mess I’ve gotten myself into that makes it fully impossible for me to even get to the bridge. I’m tied up in knots somewhere off the woods and need Jesus to rescue me from me, need him to forge a way through the forest, need him to build the gigantic bridge, and I need him to carry me to and over the bridge. I have nothing, nothing whatsoever, to bring to the table. I am fully and completely bankrupt and fully and completely crippled.

In Romans 5:8 it is stated, “But God demonstrates His own love in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” Christ died for me, gave me his righteousness and standing with God, WHEN I UTTERLY DIDN’T DESERVE IT! I know this to be true. And yet, as I write this, it still hasn’t made it all the way into my heart.

Oh, Lord, help these truths to go deep into my heart of hearts. Help me to cease striving and know that You alone are God. Help me to realize that I’m covered in filthy rags that I can’t even take off on my own. Have mercy on me, sweet Jesus.

“All who are thirsty, all who are weak, come to the fountain, dip your heart in the stream of life. Let the pain and the sorrow be washed away in the waves of His mercy, as deep cries out to deep. Come, Lord Jesus, come…” (“All Who Are Thirsty,” Brenton Brown)

14 agosto 2011

Re-Entry Thought #9

Metro Madrid, oh how I miss you!

It's a true fact that the metro in Madrid, Spain, is one of the best in the world. It is impeccably clean, there are 14+ lines, it is inexpensive (about a dollar a ride), efficient (you generally only wait a couple minutes if you miss a train), and takes you nearly anywhere in the city and the outlying area (county) fairly quickly. And that doesn't even mention the extensive bus system and train system which go farther out the city to suburbs and to other cities. You can go ANYWHERE by just paying a few dollars.

Here in the US, on the other hand, there are only a few cities that I know of where there is anything even close to comparable. St. Louis is not one of those cities. Apparently back in the day it was, with an extensive system of trolleys. But that was long before my time, long before I was even born. Instead it is odd that one even could walk from one place to another. Usually the distances are larger and not made to be walked. You might have to cross a highway or something. And then if you were to try to hike across town you likely would look like a vagabond. Right now I live in the suburbs. I know that I am much more comfortable in the city. I like walking where I need to go. I like not having to drive. I like public transportation.

That being said, I do like driving, but am realizing that I miss all the walking and the ease of just walking down the street or up the street to catch a train to take me wherever I wanted to go, whenever I wanted. Or to walk around the corner for the grocery store, or just downstairs to go to the bank or bookstore or coffee shop. I could walk everywhere I needed in just a couple minutes. Not here. Not even close.

Metro Madrid, oh how I miss you...

10 agosto 2011

Re-Entry Thought #7

Win! One win for me.

This morning I was in a staff meeting and actually gave some sound grammar advice. I even proved to amaze myself. And I found it more than a bit ironic that the girl who just got back to the US, who can hardly speak correct English herself is giving out English grammar advice. I did actually say that part out loud - "but then what do I know... I'm the girl who can hardly speak proper English herself."

Thought it was funny. And I'm totally proud that I can now speak English well enough to ONCE in awhile (probably very ONCE IN AWHILE) give out unsolicited English grammar advice. Ah, the joys of re-entry.

Re-Entry Thought #6

Phones. Móviles. IPhone. Outdated flip-phone. Fone. Phone. I can't even hardly spell "phone" correctly. (Which is even more ironic considering the next post, that I just wrote.)

But anyway... the thorn in my side right now is that I have a fully functional and beautiful iPhone 4.0 that I bought in Spain for $50, but that I can only use with a free wifi signal in the US. No Sprint, no Verizon, no nobody,... And both the phone and the plan cost about double here - something that I can't presently afford. I'm still investigating, but right now I have the phone I used 6+ years ago, a cute white flip phone and no not a nice mini-phone, but one of the bulky you can almost feel the radiation from the battery in your hand type, pre-pay phones. I should be thankful for what I have. I'm working on that. But I remember fondly my days of checking and replying to my e-mail on the metro, skyping friends for free throughout the day on my PHONE and showing them whatever I wanted to (oh, and seeing them on my phone). One day... all things will be made right. (And to be fully honest, I'm a little conflicted. I have a love - hate relationship with all the new technology. On one hand I love having some of it, but two am very aware that at times I am a product of the horrible consumerism in the US. I don't want to just follow the man and buy into the system. But that is something else to write about another time. Good things to think about that expose the impure places in my heart that despite my best efforts continues to follow things that don't satisfy nor bring life. This may have to do with re-entry, but is a much deeper issue. Oh, the wonderful grace of Jesus to save me despite my very unworthiness & my, even now, at times very unrepentant heart.)

Re-Entry Thought #5

Fall here comes early. Or where did my summer go? Or why are people asking me how my summer was? Isn't it still summer?

Yesterday I sat in on a meeting with the staff I will be working with this fall. At one point we were asked to answer the question, "How was your summer? Highs and lows..." What? My summer? Don't I have a month left? It is only early August, right? Oh, yes, August marks the fall in the states... It's Europe that has August as their vacation month, NOT the US.

I got back to the US early July and haven't really stopped since I got back. I haven't slept in the same house for more than a bit more than a week yet. I haven't yet gotten all my luggage and I definitely have neither had a vacation nor gotten settled yet. I will get settled, but this year there wasn't much time for my birthday and there definitely hasn't yet been time to catch my breathe. I'll be fine, but no I didn't really have a summer. Summer in Spain begins in mid-July and ends the end of September, here it begins in May and ends in early August. So, I got back here "early," meaning early July, but it's early August and I'm gearing up for my vacation, which would generally be in early September. Yes, there is some logic to my crazy emotions even if I definitely feel out of place and a little confused, many times for no seemingly logical reason. Ah, the joys of re-entry. And this doesn't even begin to address the fact that I keep on forgetting meals because it the timing is off, but that's another subject for another day.

Not Helpful

Recently I sat through a couple seminars on grief and how to walk with others through grief. Then yesterday I experienced exactly some of what they said NOT to do. I may not be in the depths of grief, as the result of a death or severe loss, but I am in the midst of the grief and transition of moving back to the US after six years abroad. Abroad is home, not here. My best friends, those in my daily life, and my "family" all live THERE not HERE. I am in transition and coming to grips with the loss of moving.

Well, yesterday I finally pinpointed one of my "fish out of water" moments and was able to pinpoint why. A girl told me how much she appreciated what I had shared about missing Spain and then proceeded to tell me that she understood exactly what I was going through. This summer she went overseas for a couple weeks and she missed her family a lot. I wanted to be sympathetic and appreciate her efforts to empathize, but... that is NOT HELPFUL. She may want to be empathetic, but she DOES NOT have any idea what I am going through. I don't want to bemoan my situation nor do I need to talk about it as much as I may do from time to time. YES, I do have some growth that need to take place. Life, even life right now, is NOT all about me. BUT... you don't understand reverse culture shock unless you've experienced it. And I'm sorry, but six years and a month are not the same. You may experience a glimpse of it after a month, but not really. It is NOT the same thing.

I need to remember this too, but one point I was brought back to from those grief seminars was that unless you've been through the same thing, it is NOT AT ALL HELPFUL to have someone say that they understand what you're going through. Some other examples people gave from the seminar were people who had lost a pet telling someone who had recently lost a parent that they understood what they were going through. BULL-POOP! And I think someone else likened someone's dealing with cancer by saying they understood because they too had just been really sick with the flu, or something like that. How would anyone thing that is helpful?

I know those are extreme examples, but even with something as seemingly benign as reverse culture shock, you just someone to listen, to say they're sorry, or to say, "you must be going through a lot right now" sympathetically, or honestly just saying nothing and not understanding is MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH better than saying they understand because they too have gone on vacation. Give me a break. I know this is a bit fuerte or critical, but just thought I'd process and share a bit. Thanks for listening.

09 agosto 2011

Re-Entry Thought #4

A couple nights ago i was at a party and someone asked me how tall i was in spanish and i told him in feet and then said, "but i can't remember how many centimeters that is" (as if he'd even want to know). Oh, the joys of reverse culture shock.

03 agosto 2011

america, america

I've been meaning to write a post about all that I do like about the US. As I mentioned before, it's always easier (and in some ways I think you have authority to do so) to be more critical with whatever group you fall into, or whatever country you live in - that is as long as you have freedom of speech to do so without being killed or imprisoned. That is one thing that I appreciate about the good US of A. I recently returned for a time from Spain to the US and thus am in the midst of re-entry / reverse culture shock / etc., and thus can be a bit more critical. So, here are some of the things I love here.

1 - That we do have rights such as freedom of speech, freedom of expression, freedom to be free, freedom of religion,...

2 - That we tend to value hard work, positivity, hope, encouraging others, tolerance, diversity, learning,... (We're by no means perfect in this and there are BIG problems, but this is true here in a way it is very few other places.)

3 - That you can accomplish a million things in one day. Efficiency. (I don't think this should be a higher value than community and than people, but I do appreciate it a ton.)

4 - Whole Foods... stores open 24 hours or later than meals, since I'm still pretty messed up in terms of the whole meal thing... It's common that I forget to eat lunch until 4pm and that I don't eat dinner or think of it at 8-10pm. And I'm STARVING at lunch, or my lunch, for a two course meal and at dinner for a tapa or two.

5 - I'm sure there are many more, but I'll have to do this when I'm more awake. :-)

Re-Entry Thought #3

Ah!!! My body is falling apart! Not really. But my hand HURTS! And just my left thumb.

I went and got a massage the other day and mentioned it to the woman. She said it looked like I had a bit of carpel tunnel. She asked if I'd been typing a lot. NO. I said it might be because I'm driving a heck of a lot more than normal. I'm used to walking and taking the metro or bus or train and once in a blue moon driving. Here I drive nearly everyday. I wish it weren't the truth, but it is. I have no choice. I can't walk or take a bike on the highway. And there are no other options. So I drive. And my hand hurts bad. She said I should start going to yoga as long as my body is getting used to driving. She said the pain in my back and in my lower back is from that too. REALLY? All that from beginning to drive everyday. Not good.

So that is my saga. I have a parasite (or probably many) that are slowly being killed off and I have a million aches and pains because my body isn't used to driving AND it's used to walking several miles a day. Sorry, little body.

Re-Entry Thought #2

I recently drove to and from Colorado. BUT since I got back to Missouri, I've seen COUNTLESS people wearing what look like ipod headphones, WHILE THEY DRIVE!!!! How in the world?

Apparently they are likely iphone headsets or other phone headsets. I guess I've been spoiled in Spain to have "hands free" built in to my car. Yes, it was installed by the gal who owned my car before me, but it's there. And if it weren't than I wouldn't be able to talk in the car BECAUSE IT'S ILLEGAL! And even though I am now in the US, I can't really believe that it's legal to talk in your car. I did see a billboard somewhere in Colorado or Kansas or Missouri saying that it's illegal to text while driving, BUT that seems to be the extent.

So, really, you think it's better to drive with HEADPHONES on instead of actually hearing the outside world and holding your phone in your hand while driving. Craziness...

I really thought I was going nuts until I found out that it was completely normal. Where am I? Not in Oz anymore.

31 julio 2011

Re-Entry Thought #1

I went to some friends' double birthday party a few nights ago and as I left felt oddly awkward. Being in the process of reverse culture shock, or re-learning my own native culture, I wasn't surprised, but I was trying to figure out why. It occurred to me that two things had occurred that my cultural radar had picked up on.

(1) Americans go home early. It was 11:30pm and I was enjoying myself and expected the party to go on for at least 2-3 more hours with others staying late or heading out somewhere else. This is what would have happened in Spain. Not in the US. Around 11:30pm those remaining all left in about 2 seconds, which involved their quick goodbyes to the host. It felt abrupt and as if they had realized they had overstayed their welcome, which by the way I don't actually feel was the case. I offered to help, finished what I was saying to the hostess, and took off, feeling like I wished there was something else to go to. Yes, I'd get home at 12 or later, due to the drive home, but that's early for Spain for a night of hanging out with friends, and note NOT a late night. A late night, such as New Year's Eve would go at least to 7am. I'm no longer in Madrid.

(2) The other "strange" reality to my spanishized self happened a few times throughout the night. I had been talking to someone who got ready to leave, albeit someone I had just met and I felt VERY odd that they just walked off, sometimes without really saying goodbye. Or they did SAY goodbye, but there was no physical contact. No besitos, or spanish air kisses, no hug, no handshake, no nothing. Not that they did anything wrong, but in Spain things would have been done differently. So I found myself leaning toward them waiting for them to say goodbye, but instead they just took off.

Then there were those I hadn't met or to whom I hadn't been talking to right before I left, I always expected to receive besitos and for them to come over to say goodbye. It wasn't like we were a massive group, but alas NO. They said goodbye to the hosts, generally just a shout out and immediately left. No saying goodbye and hovering for a half hour. No making the rounds to say goodbye to everyone at the party, including those they had yet to meet. Nope. A quick, "okay, we're leaving. bye." End of the story.

I on the other hand either would have made the rounds AND said goodbye, but lingered for 30 minutes more, getting into one or two more last conversations. I tried that, unconsciously, but since I was the last one there, it WAS probably a bit awkward.

AHHHH, the craziness of re-entry. I'm sure this is merely the first of many awkward, at least in feeling, stories.

28 julio 2011

Para - what?


















:-S Sorry for the gross picture and reference... but after a few days of spending time with other missionaries who have lived overseas for a time, realizing that my digestive system wasn't getting any better, and sharing some of my symptoms with people who live or have lived in developing countries, and then consulting with a friend who is a doctor, I came to the conclusion that my worst fears had come true (ok, that's a little overly dramatic). I did most likely, in fact, have a parasite of some sort that I had gotten, I'm fairly sure from the Subway restaurant in India.

I won't go into detail about the symptoms, but I've begun a parasite cleanse that means 30 days of taking capsules and drops of a mixture of herbs to kill the alive ones, the eggs, and to kill the eggs that hatch into alive little guys. Yuck.

The first 2 days I felt like poop. But then it occurred to me that I was killing living beings inside me, so it was no wonder. Now I feel pretty good as long as I watch what I eat, or more the quantity. Oh, the joys of life sometimes.

07 julio 2011

the current

Okay... I've been searching a good radio station since I got back to the US. Unfortunately I've yet to find anything consistent in STL, but I did find a FABULOUS station in Minnesota. The Current, Minnesota Public Radio. I like it even more for that. But the MUSIC is fab. And I've had it on all afternoon and NOT ONCE wanted to change the station. Thank goodness I can stream it here. Enjoy!

En Serio? What?

I went to meet a friend at First Watch the other morning for breakfast. So after breakfast I returned to my car to drive home and happened to glance at the guy in the truck next to me who was PICKING HIS NOSE HAIRS! What? In a parking lot that was fairly large and well traveled. He was parked directly in front of First Watch so those inside could watch too. What in the world? And he looked at me and continued with his tweezers in hand and looking in the rear view mirror. What in the heck would possess you to do that in the NON-privacy of your car? Isn't that something more well fitted for a vacant parking lot, or even better, your OWN HOUSE or at least a public bathroom or something. A little more discrete location. What in the world?

06 julio 2011

New Eyes

I got back to the US about a week ago and this time around will be here longer than normal, what in someways seems like an infinite amount. And I am VERY much in transition and culture shock. I generally experience all of this, but it's amplified greatly by the fact that I'll be here awhile longer than normal.

Thus I'm trying to see my "coming back" in the same way as I would if I were to go any new culture. I'm trying to observe and to "be open" instead of making quick judgment calls about nearly everything. And yet that's a hard thing to do when it comes to your own culture. By nature we as Americans feel the "right" to be as critical as we want of our own culture and right now nearly everything here that is "different" seems wrong and stupid to me. If it were the reverse I would say "oh, it's just different. i just don't understand how their culture works yet. I'm not from there so i have no right to be critical quite yet." And yet I am from here, so it's hard not to be critical despite the fact that I have change.

I've been so intentional about trying to understand and adapt to Spanish culture that I've forgotten some of how it is here. I guess it's normal, I've been here a week after 8 years in Spain.

I'll try not to be too critical of US culture, but I'm giving a disclaimer now: I'm in MAJOR transition, so I'm sorry if I'm critical. It's going to take me time to re-adapt.

Here are my somewhat harsh first observations (some which are always my thoughts when I return stateside):

I wish I could walk, take public transportation, instead of a car EVERYWHERE. St.Louis has ONE and a HALF metro lines and I've been told it is because we don't want the people from the city who would rob and increase crime in the suburbs to be able to easily get out here. (That seems INSANE. Seriously we believe that the city holds the "bad" people and the suburbs have the "good" people. That's a load of poop. And would they really get here more easily in public transportation. I'm guessing any real criminal can probably access or rob a car to get out here just as easily. And, unfortunately, I felt MUCH more safe in a big city in terms of walking at night alone. Yeah, maybe that was a European city, but maybe the problem is not city versus county.) And thus there are way too many cars and way too big of cars. Plus gas prices have skyrocketed. I knew this, but it's still a shock.

The food here (I know HUGE generalization) has no flavor to it. Huge portions are given and yet only sometimes is the food incredibly delicious. I know comparisons might not be good, but in comparison I could get food for half the cost and I almost always at INCREDIBLE food. And there I'm not exaggerating. Even grocery fruits and veggies lack flavor.

Cell phone prices are DOUBLE! No where else that I know of in the whole world pays for incoming calls and texts. To the best of my knowledge our prices are HUGE in comparison. For a technologically advanced country, this seems ironic. I guess if people are willing to pay... it probably isn't going to change.

Restaurant menus have MILLIONS of options that overwhelm me. I just need a few good options, not 100. Same with grocery stores. Okay, maybe I'd like more olive oil, olives, jamon serrano, queso manchego, but the grocery stores here are HUGE. At least two of my normal grocery store in Spain would fit in one here.

Too much noise!!!

Too many, "I'm sorry, did I come close to touching you or get a tiny bit too close." I'm so sick of hearing, "I'm sorry..." Physical touch is not bad. Brushing someone by accident is no big deal. Yeah, if you bump someone apologize, but the rest is too much.

Too many smiley, falsely happy people. This is probably a little critical and fully culture shock, but I get sick of the shiny-happy-people-holding-hands attitude. I like nice, kind people, but when they are genuine not fake. American culture is way more "polite" that what I'm used to, and it's driving me a bit batty.

Too much stuff.

Too little fashion sense.

Too COLD!!! Why am I freezing inside in July? I understand the need for AC, but couldn't we moderate that a bit?

And overpriced bad coffee... (Okay, I did go to a yummy NOT overpriced place this morning. But not the norm... or at least where I am right now.)

04 junio 2011

10 mayo 2011

happy music

Ok... not sure if this is really happy music, but these are a few things I've been listening to that have made me smile.





(these guys, btw are from spain. :-))

change... transition... change...

Uf... I'm in major transition mode. And days like today it affects me more than others. God-willing my car will be sold in just a couple of days, but it's driving me nuts waiting and trusting. I not, I'll have to pay for insurance, since it runs out next monday.

Be still and know that I am God.

My best friend just got married last weekend and I feel like it's affecting me as much as it is here 7 year old daughter. I am VERY excited and happy for them, but it marks another change and the end of another season of life. Normally this wouldn't affect me, but right now it adds to the panic of leaving known, good things behind for a future very unknown but that I trust to be good, because it's been the Lord orchestrating the changes and the leaving...

Be still and know that I am God.

Then there is the fact that we're moving out of our apartment at the end of this month, ie in 21 days, and thus everything must be sold or given away or packed by that day... In some ways selling everything is freeing... In some ways it's surreal and strange. Right now in that department I'm just going through the motions and looking forward to the future.

Be still and know that I am God.

I actually am really excited about the changes and what the future holds. In fact I had a dream where I was at a party with a ton of people I know, and those I will meet. It was fun. And yet then reality struck a bit and I realized that I'm sad for all that I am leaving behind. Normal, I know, but that's where I am... in a whirlwind of change and transition... Some of it is fun and I'm looking forward to.. but at the same time I feel a bit overwhelmed, in great need of One to lead me, and yet having a hard time just resting in His provision and walking by faith.



Changes Come
words: Bergquist/Detweiler
music: Bergquist
recording: Ohio
artist: Over the Rhine

Changes come
Turn my world around

I have my father's hand
I have my mother's tongue
I look for redemption in everyone

I wanna wear your ring
I have a song to sing
It ain't over babe
In fact it's just begun

Changes come
Turn my world around
Changes come
Bring the whole thing down

I wanna have our baby
Somedays I think that maybe
This ol' world's too fucked up
For any firstborn son

There is all this untouched beauty
The light the dark both running through me
Is there still redemption for anyone

Jesus come
Turn the world around
Lay my burden down
Turn this world around
Bring the whole thing down
Bring it down

03 mayo 2011

"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that" --Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr

02 mayo 2011

"But is the taking of another human life, no matter how despicable that life was, something to rejoice over? The vanquishing of Bin Laden calls for a more sober response. A quiet, grateful exhale, and two simple words: “Mission accomplished.” Then, shake the dust from our boots, and move on. The story isn’t over. There is still more work to do. ‎
The reality remains that the death of Osama Bin Laden doesn’t end what he began. And displays like the one above only serve to make us seem as vengeful as the Afghans who giddily danced in the streets after the Twin Towers collapsed. We’re... better than that. Aren’t we?" - Deacon Greg Kandra (Go here if you want to read the whole article. Good food for thought.)

29 marzo 2011

a cholera cocktail, please

I'm headed to India for 10 days in June for a leadership training with CCC. Basically we're going to just see some works in India, some spiritual movements. We'll be in rural northern India.

Thus, I went the other day to a public travel doctor to find out what immunizations and vaccines I'd need prior to going. It's been 10-12 years since I've had anything, so I somehow expected getting 10+ shots all at once. Nope. I got one, which he said he only gave me because I asked about it. It was a Polio reinforcement. The US and the Center for Disease Control suggest I get it, but Spain and many other Western, civilized countries don't. It's not a for sure necessary thing, but he gave it to me anyway, particularly since India is known for having LOTS of polio cases. My Hepatitis A & B shots are good forever, so are my childhood immunizations. I have Maleria pills to take while I'm there and afterward for a week. I just took the first of two doses of the Cholera Vaccine, which will be good for two years. And I need to go pick up a shot for Typhoid Fever and give it to myself, just in case. Then I'm good to go. No pandemic diseases for me.

So... the Cholera Cocktail I just took... I had to not eat or drink for one hour, mix an effervescent, salty, sweet, raspberry flavored pack, that keeps my stomach from attacking the vial of cholera I added to the mix, in a couple ounces of water (150 ml) and then add the cholera vial to the mix, mix it again, drink, and then wait another hour before eating or drinking. It tasted very salty, VERY sweet, and like raspberries. Not too bad. Just hoping for none of the side effects. Salud! :-)

This is one of those times I am VERY thankful to be in the modern world with modern medical advances and to be in the western world. And I'm very excited to see a bit more of the world and to be struck by how God is at work there and also to be struck by the richness of other cultures, the great need, and to learn.

27 marzo 2011

deep church

The latest book I've been reading and really enjoying. :-) About half way through right now and I started it yesterday.

A quote that struck me today... (It is more of a side comment than what the book is about, but wanted to share it.)

"Sinful attitudes divide Christians. As my former professor John Frame says, "Because we want glory for ourselves, we seek to find fault in others. Contentious people are constantly looking for something to argue about, some way to start controversy and disrupt the peace." Though we strive to be discerning, we don't dwell on the faults of other traditions or Christian thinkers. Even when we disagree with others, we try to find their strengths and don't blow their weaknesses out of proportion to make our case. This is divisive. We give others the benefit of the doubt, reading them in the best possible light to preserve unity and foster mutual dialogue in order to learn from and exhort one another. Agreeing with Frame, we eschew harshness, jealousy, snobbery, party spirit, bitterness and lack of openness - all enemies of unity." (p.66, Deep Church, Jim Belcher)
"God is not passive, for love is never passive, but always passionate; and passion always leads to action" - Erwin McManus

16 marzo 2011

what NOT to do...



























Note: Be forewarned. This is somewhat of a rant.

Tonight I went to a friend's bday party & another friend's going away party. There were a ton of us at this delicious but hole-in-the-wall italian restaurant, so we split up between four tables. While I don't know many of the people very well, I enjoy their company.

BUT... tonight I unfortunately was secretly on the show of "what NOT to do" (or I wish that were the case). My roommate and I sat down and later were joined by a revolving group of all the people that came just for a bit and then had to leave. By the time we ordered dinner we had a couple people who actually would stick around for a bit. We represented three different countries at our table, none being Spain. As soon as the guy to our left found out we were Americans, he first told my roommate that she had a really strong accent and that the first time he had met me he had been sure I was Spanish, no accent whatsoever. (Or at least that's what he said. He also, by the way, had a strong foreign accent, just a different one. Oh, and he's lived here by the way 4 times as long as my roommate has. She, by the way, actually speaks Spanish really well and doesn't have as much of an accent as he might lead you to believe. And I do have an accent, even if I wish I didn't, sometimes more than others.)

What NOT to do #1 - insulting one roommate & comparing the two with one being "perfect" and the other less than perfect

Then he proceeded to tell us all that he knows about the US, all that is wrong with Americans, and all that is wrong with the way "we" do things when overseas. He cited examples of a Marine who once threw a woman's dog out the window of a train because she had set it next to him, not moved it when he asked, and she was sitting in a completely different row from him. Of course he pulled out his gun when the train security came by. He shouted profanities at him and he wouldn't respond until the US embassy intervened. This was his example of how proud all Americans are. I'm not necessarily disagreeing, but I actually don't think we're the only ones and I also don't think all Americans are proud, self-righteous, in-your-face, rude,... And all Americans don't carry guns with them at all times nor throw women's dogs out the windows of moving trains.

What NOT to do #2 - insulting someone's culture, making huge generalizations that aren't actually accurate, using faulty examples that don't really apply to the people in question, ignoring the fact that your audience isn't really enjoying your subject of conversation

He then talked of how Americans throw their passport rudely at the passport control instead of gently handing it to them. Strange. Actually seems completely unlike what I'd think. And I can't recall ever doing that. I actually can be fairly critical of my own native culture, but all the things he said just don't even seem to be good generalizations. I could have helped him out rightly insult our culture, but no... he seemed to think he was the expert. Much later after I tried to change the conversation a bit, he tried to recover by telling us that there were one or two things that we do well, at which point I was done. I asked him to please stop talking about the US... Could we please change the subject?... I don't really like having my country completely insulted particularly when I don't think the things he was citing pertained to all US citizens,... and I was already fully aware of the bad reputation that American tourists have. I don't need to be told that, I've reminded of it quite often. I apologized on "our" behalf, but even after interrupting him 3 or 4 times to ask him to change the subject, he continued on.

What NOT to do #3 - continuing on and on and on and NOT changing the subject when asked to, trying to add one good thing to balance out all the bad you just said, oh, and later insulting someone's accent (particularly when you too have an accent)

Fortunate for me he eventually had to go. At this point he did actually say, to his favor, "I hope you don't have a wrong opinion of me. I think you guys are great..." He must have realized his err, but a little late. He for sure had not ruined the evening, but he did make it a bit less enjoyable. He could have figured out fairly early on by millions of non-verbals that we were a bit annoyed, but no. (I mean, my roommate's arms crossed, me leaning back in my chair, talking to the table next to us quite a bit, my not really being engaged, my asking him to change the subject (not so non-verbal), the look on both of our faces,...)

What TO do #4 - apologize

Anyway, the food was delicious, the company for the most part was good, and I was delighted to be there because I love dearly the people we were celebrating, but learn from this guy. No matter what country you're from DON'T ignorantly insult someone else's culture. It's not a way to make friends, not enjoyable, and certainly not beneficial in anyway unless you're trying to tell them that THEY are that way. And, if you are, just be direct. That's completely different and actually probably something GOOD to do. People generally don't like being insulted nor criticized, particularly inaccurately. So, yeah, there is my little rant for the night.

(And unfortunately this is neither the first nor the last time this has happened to me. Usually it has more legitimacy than what this guy was saying though and I actually can somewhat agree with them. And generally it is just for the first few minutes and then the conversation changes subjects, although I can think of just a couple other times where it went on and on and on.)